I was thinking today again about an American who I call Jack-that's-not-his-real-name. Because it isn't. I don't want say his real name. I wrote about him six years ago and here I am doing it again. Jack intruded on my life and my peace of mind when we were both in our mid twenties. I was doing just fine until he came along.
He was the brother of my then partner Ryan (that's not his real name either). Ryan and I had..